"I'm going to make you like it." I'll never forget when she said that the first time. A wave of submission washed over me. Ooh. Bliss. She was talking about the cane, and her voice was honey in my ears causing ripples of fear,and delight! She was going to hurt me..and make me like it. Oh god. I'd watched, and listened to lots of canings in videos.(Lots of crying-n-begging going on too.) I'd seen picture after picture of hot angry looking cane welts. "I'm going to make you like it."
I was scared. I was mouth completely dry scared. "Mistress?" I stammered in a very small voice. "Can bunny get a drink of water please?" "Make it quick." her reply was terse. I made it very quick. With my hands trembling I stood at the sink drinking, my eyes locked on the cane like it was a snake. Back on the bed I saw her eyes change. She layed the cane on the bed. The smile that came to her lips was small, but her eyes were shining! I watched those wonderfull slender fingers move to the bottons of her top.
In the dim glow of the lamps I watched her lovely pale ivory tummy slowly revealed to me. She was wearing the red bra! Oh! My heart raced. I didn't know where to look. Mistress's face was beautifull. Full of the joy of a woman totally in her element. My delight in her was reflected in her happiness. Her hair was Burnished red copper. I drank in the sight of her in that lacey red bra as she lay her top down, and reached for her skirt. I was in heaven. The cane forgotten. I was all caught up in the incredible tease of Mistress in her red bra, and panties, then she picked it up.
I was affraid of it. But I was determined. Mistress said Iwas going to like it, and there was no way I was going to let her down. She tapped my bare bottom with it, one side, and the other, and slid it lightly down the outside of my thigh. Oh god. It wasn't a tickle, or a carress, it was delightfully both! Up it came, sliding along my inner thigh, when she touched my balls I gasped. She began to gently spank me with the cane. Tap tap..SNAP! A harder one. Then tap tap tap..snap! She was slowly building the intensity. I was getting lost in the sensuality of it. I was being whipped by a beautifull young woman in her bra, and panties. MMMMM. Two harder strokes brought me back..I heard the cane cut the air, and pure white hot fire tore a scream from me! I jerked upright as if struck by lightning. Then her discipline returned to me, and I fell back on the bed. Bottom in the air, face buried in the covers, I sobbed. When I had calmed the tapping began again.
I looked over my shoulder. Ooh. That tiny red lace triangle framed by the soft curves of her thighs. I fought to keep my eyes down, and not make eye contact. Mistress's red hair called me..snap! Tap tap tap..snap..tap tap tap..Two more sharp warning taps, and fire!!! I cried out horsely, and sobbed, but held position this time. (Being the naughty bunny I am I looked back over my shoulder again, as she let me gather myself.) I Expected the third, and final stroke would be the hardest.I was shaking like a leaf. Could I take another? Would I shame myself, and use a safe word? NO! I steeled myself. Burying my face in the covers..waiting.
The tapping began again. It seemed to me that the intensity was building faster this time. When I f elt the warning taps I jerked. Mistress never let on, but returned to tapping gently. She slowly brought the level back up. I shamelessly arched my back, and presented my bottom to her. When the warning taps finally came I stayed limp and..CRACK! Pain exploded across my bottom, and I was whimpering. Crying.
Then I was in her arms, my forhead, being kissed. Her fingers gentle in my hair. Her soothing voice telling me how brave I was, and that it was all over now. I was so happy to have pleased mistress! And I Felt very small, innocent, and safe in her arms.
TERRY
I was scared. I was mouth completely dry scared. "Mistress?" I stammered in a very small voice. "Can bunny get a drink of water please?" "Make it quick." her reply was terse. I made it very quick. With my hands trembling I stood at the sink drinking, my eyes locked on the cane like it was a snake. Back on the bed I saw her eyes change. She layed the cane on the bed. The smile that came to her lips was small, but her eyes were shining! I watched those wonderfull slender fingers move to the bottons of her top.
In the dim glow of the lamps I watched her lovely pale ivory tummy slowly revealed to me. She was wearing the red bra! Oh! My heart raced. I didn't know where to look. Mistress's face was beautifull. Full of the joy of a woman totally in her element. My delight in her was reflected in her happiness. Her hair was Burnished red copper. I drank in the sight of her in that lacey red bra as she lay her top down, and reached for her skirt. I was in heaven. The cane forgotten. I was all caught up in the incredible tease of Mistress in her red bra, and panties, then she picked it up.
I was affraid of it. But I was determined. Mistress said Iwas going to like it, and there was no way I was going to let her down. She tapped my bare bottom with it, one side, and the other, and slid it lightly down the outside of my thigh. Oh god. It wasn't a tickle, or a carress, it was delightfully both! Up it came, sliding along my inner thigh, when she touched my balls I gasped. She began to gently spank me with the cane. Tap tap..SNAP! A harder one. Then tap tap tap..snap! She was slowly building the intensity. I was getting lost in the sensuality of it. I was being whipped by a beautifull young woman in her bra, and panties. MMMMM. Two harder strokes brought me back..I heard the cane cut the air, and pure white hot fire tore a scream from me! I jerked upright as if struck by lightning. Then her discipline returned to me, and I fell back on the bed. Bottom in the air, face buried in the covers, I sobbed. When I had calmed the tapping began again.
I looked over my shoulder. Ooh. That tiny red lace triangle framed by the soft curves of her thighs. I fought to keep my eyes down, and not make eye contact. Mistress's red hair called me..snap! Tap tap tap..snap..tap tap tap..Two more sharp warning taps, and fire!!! I cried out horsely, and sobbed, but held position this time. (Being the naughty bunny I am I looked back over my shoulder again, as she let me gather myself.) I Expected the third, and final stroke would be the hardest.I was shaking like a leaf. Could I take another? Would I shame myself, and use a safe word? NO! I steeled myself. Burying my face in the covers..waiting.
The tapping began again. It seemed to me that the intensity was building faster this time. When I f elt the warning taps I jerked. Mistress never let on, but returned to tapping gently. She slowly brought the level back up. I shamelessly arched my back, and presented my bottom to her. When the warning taps finally came I stayed limp and..CRACK! Pain exploded across my bottom, and I was whimpering. Crying.
Then I was in her arms, my forhead, being kissed. Her fingers gentle in my hair. Her soothing voice telling me how brave I was, and that it was all over now. I was so happy to have pleased mistress! And I Felt very small, innocent, and safe in her arms.
TERRY
